It’s my birthday. (Again).

And I love it. I may have an slightly unfortunate surname but I really lucked out with my birthday. Right in the middle of the year so never more than six months without a gift. The weather’s always good and this year it’s glorious. Despite my advancing years, I find myself still wearing shorts, riding a bicycle and carrying a satchel. There’s clearly something wrong. Maturity issues because I really believe I’m the same age as I was when this was in the charts.